Hey, I decided to do an RP!
(I would appreciate advice or feedback; I'm kind of new to this.)
One windy day, a long time ago in a small European village, a very odd thing happened. The wind had been getting stronger and stronger all day, and just as the sun set, there was a gust that nearly knocked everyone off their feet, everyone felt a shocking jolt, and then the wind just stopped. Just like that.
Little did the people know, that gust had, by some strange magic, taken just a small part of each of their souls, not even enough to noticeably change them, and whisked them up to the clouds. They hit the clouds, and from the clouds rose little people, about four feet tall, made out of water vapor and ending in a small swirl of mist, just like small genies. Thus were the first Wolleken born.